Shame on you!

My vote counts. My vote doesn't count. My vote counts. My vote doesn't count.
Sound familiar, well that was the game I used to play with pulling off petals of flowers to find out an answer to some silly question. I'm a Florida voter, yes one of them.
I have voted in every election since I moved here thirty years ago when I retired from the United States Army. I always vote, not necessarily because I want any certain candidate to win it's a lot simpler than that. I vote because I get a warm fuzzy feeling everytime I step into the voting booth. There's just a certain feeling that comes over me when I look at all those names to chose from and I know that I am a part of his or her life. What an awesome power it is to vote. It even gets better when I walk out of that booth and get that little "I Voted" sticker on my shirt. I wear it like a badge of courage because I want everyone to know I fought for the right to vote. I don't take voting lightly but this year I feel lost. Additionally, being a Vietnam Veteran I liked to think that I was voting for all my comrades that didn't make it back to have a say who should be Commander-In-Chief. But this year, my vote doesn't count, actually to make it clearer I was denied the right to vote. I can live with not having my candidate of choice not win but it's so damn difficult to live with the fact that I wasn't allowed to be heard. So does that turn me off from voting in November? No, I'll vote but in the meantime I'm going to hand write everyone who took my voting privelege away during the primaries and tell them this. Shame on you!